Mada kai?

[fistfullofmagic]

Who: Dhaos and ye unfortunate dreamers
What: A nightmare
When: During the nightmare plot
Where: In the depths of Dhaos' mind
Rating: PG-13 for blood and death, might raise to R, depending



It's quiet in the empty expanse. Dark, quiet, and still as the surface of an undisturbed pond. Then, a glow appears in the darkness, and the sounds of battle begin. At first both are faint, but as the glow moves closer, so too do the sounds. It soon becomes apparent that one of the combatants is the source of the glow: Dhaos to those who know him. The other is someone wielding a broadsword with a feeling of great power emanating from it. And it appears that Dhaos might be losing...


((ooc: You can either be in place of the murderer, or be an outside observer, in which case your options are either being frozen until it's too late, or attempting to ward the attacker off. Either way, expect the dream to shift in odd ways.))

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[radiantwingedone]

Disoriented would be putting how Duke felt mildly. This was yet another strange place, where he couldn't tell what was happening, and the feel of the place was definitely... off. The feeling of power about one felt familiar - Dhaos? - while the other? it wasn't them, it was something they held, and as the rough feel he got to its size..


That would have matched how he first met Dhaos. Not good, not good. Duke hurls a fire spell at the power-blade-weilder, trying to get him to get away from Dhaos.

[fistfullofmagic]

The blade-wielder easily blocks the spell. For a moment the faceless warrior pauses, as if trying to decide whether to switch its target or not, and Dhaos uses this to get some distance between himself and his attacker.

He doesn't get far before another combatant - a mage this time - joins in with a fire spell of their own that connects with Dhaos' side. With the blond man thrown off-balance, the swordsman decides to ignore the swordmage and proceed to rush at his original target.

[radiantwingedone]

Duke snarls, twisting his fingers in the air and hoping is aim was good. The blade that had been hidden at his side twist in an over-exaggerated mirror - launching forward toward that warrior. If the other is unlucky, he'll find a blade through him. Lucky? It will miss completely. Blind is not a way Duke has practiced.

[fistfullofmagic]

The blade misses, but luck is on Duke's side in that it flies directly in front of the swordsman, forcing another temporary halt to his progress. Almost as if in retaliation, an arrow flies from seemingly nowhere to bury itself in Dhaos' left shoulder. Before he can gather himself together to launch another attack, a summoner appears to assist the mage in a double assault of fire and wind-based magic.

When the dust clears, it is already too late, for embedded in blond sorcerer's gut is the broadsword Duke had tried so hard to prevent from tasting blood...

[radiantwingedone]

Duke is mostly aware of this by the sudden fading to the feel-that-is-Dhaos, which was firmly about the feel-that-was-the-sword.

"No!" He recalls his sword, keeping it between him and the sound that was a bow, bringing his focus upon magic rather than manipulating Dein Nomos. Meteors. Meteors would help everything right now.

[fistfullofmagic]

Task complete, the warriors vanish one by one, as if in response to the oncoming meteors. The last to dissipate is the swordsman, who takes the blade with him when he goes. With nothing left to hold him up, Dhaos collapses.

Weakly, he reaches towards the man who had tried so hard to help him. Maybe... Maybe there was still a glimmer of hope, despite the way his vision had begun to blur...

[radiantwingedone]

Maybe there was. Duke doesn't move any closer - because that has a risk of stepping on Dhaos, and that wouldn't help anything. At least right here, he can start a spell -

Stop Flow. Once that is cast, he stumbles a few steps closer and gets mostly through the chant of Healing Circle before time resumes for everyone not him. He'll start another Healing Circle right on the heels of the first.

[fistfullofmagic]

The first Healing Circle doesn't manage to do much to stem the blood flow, although Dhaos isn't complaining about the hole in his left lung sealing up. Drowning in his own blood would have been a terribly unpleasant way to go, after all. The second spell helps with the pain, although he is unsure what has healed now.

'...Was it so cold before...?'

[radiantwingedone]

Duke takes another pair of steps, listening as he starts another Healing Circle.

He's a little surprised at the feel of this place, it feels like his mind would go numb before he couldn't find anymore to gather.